days of the weak

momma told me i was born on a sunday, perfect fit, since i always liked to start things and never finish them. momma told me that i was born on the holy day, perfect fit, since if anyone needed jesus, it was me. momma told me that my day was a dessert, perfect fit, since some days i was so artificially, sickeningly sweet, even she would spit me out. momma told me that i was everyone's least favorite day of the week, perfect fit, since i was her least favorite everything and she never let me forget. daddy told me, a few years down the road, that i was actually born on a wednesday. perfect fit, since she doesn't know me the way she thinks she does.

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